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 Sudan and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.