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 Taiwan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.