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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Liliput,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.