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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.