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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
The Black Dice,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Black Moon,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.