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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.