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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.