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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.