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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 The Evens 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.