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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
June Days,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.