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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.