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 Malawi and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
AZ,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.