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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Ten City to the disco 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.