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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.