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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
AZ,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.