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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.