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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Wings,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.