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 Laos and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.