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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
MC5,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.