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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.