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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.