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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
The Techniques,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.