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 Brazil 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Clear Light to the techno 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Television,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.