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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
a-ha,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.