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 Gabon and from Edmonton.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Wire to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.