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 Denmark and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
The Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.