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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.