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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moleskins,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.