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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pere Ubu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Deakin,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.