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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.