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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
10cc,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Crime,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.