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 Papua New Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
PIL,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.