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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
DNA,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Television,
AZ,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Pole,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.