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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Offenders to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.