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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Youth Brigade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.