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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Hoover,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.