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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.