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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Lyres,
the Association,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.