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 Sweden and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
X-101,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.