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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Skarface,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Cameo,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.