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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.