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 Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.