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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.