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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.