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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q65,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
the Slits,
PIL,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.