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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grunge 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.