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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Eurythmics 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.