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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.