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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Carl Craig to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.