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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.