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 Bangladesh 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.