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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Technova to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
Nico,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.