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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Lalann,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Moebius,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.