Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Darondo,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.