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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the techno 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.