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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
DNA,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.