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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Can,
Roxette,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.