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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.