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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the rap 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.