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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Smog,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.