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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.