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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
The Victims,
MC5,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.