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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cramps to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.