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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.