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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
the Association,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.