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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.