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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.