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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.