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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Faust to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.