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 Italy and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.