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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.