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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Scion,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.