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 Jamaica and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.