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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.