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 Slovakia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.