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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.