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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.