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 Laos and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.