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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.