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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Rufus Thomas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.