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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.