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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.