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 Tonga and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Kurtis Blow,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Technova,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.