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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Residents,
The Move,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.