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 Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Accadde A to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.