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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the grime 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
Scientists,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Magma,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
The Litter,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.