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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.