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 Swaziland and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Qualms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.