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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.