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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The United States of America to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Kayak,
10cc,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.