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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.