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 Denmark 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.