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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Skatalites to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Fear,
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Technova,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.