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 Dominica and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.