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 China and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.