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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
X-102,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.