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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 Lille and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Symarip,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.