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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Amazonics,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.