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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.