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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.