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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Loose Ends to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.