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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.