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 Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.