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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.