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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.