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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.