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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.