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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the disco 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.