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 Kosovo and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
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 theremin 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.