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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the disco 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.