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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.