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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.