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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
The Move,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.