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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.