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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.