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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
June Days,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.