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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.