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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.