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 Yemen and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.