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 Eritrea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.