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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.