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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Sex Pistols to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.