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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Slave to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.