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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.