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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.