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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
CMW,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.