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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Reagan Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.