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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.