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 Bolivia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
cv313,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.