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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Guru Guru to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.