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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers 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?
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.