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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Television,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Essential Logic,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.