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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Urselle,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.