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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
10cc,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.