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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Birthday Party to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Symarip,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Pylon,
MC5,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.