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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.