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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.