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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.