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 Taiwan 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the punk 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.