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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.