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 Guyana and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.