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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.