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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims 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?
Wings,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.