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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.