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 Ukraine and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Skriet,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.