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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.