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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Associates to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Television,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.