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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Swans,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.