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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.