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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 a-ha to the disco 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Magazine,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.