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 Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dawn Penn to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.