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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.