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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.