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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.