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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Model 500,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.