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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Brick,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.