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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.