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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Monks,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.