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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.