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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.