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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.