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 Colombia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
MDC,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
The Move,
The Seeds,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.