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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Erykah Badu,
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.