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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grime 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.