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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.