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 Poland 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Moby Grape to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.