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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
New Order,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.