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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.