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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
New Order,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.