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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.