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 Czech Republic 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Procol Harum,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.