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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.