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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.