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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Ludus,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Bowie,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.