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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.