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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.