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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.