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 Austria and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Wire,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.