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 United States and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Index,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.