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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.