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 Algeria and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Television,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
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.