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 Chad and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.