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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.