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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.