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 Nigeria 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.