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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.