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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.