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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Q65,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Grauzone,
UT,
Maurizio,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.