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 Fiji and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the grunge 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.