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 Ghana 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
The Fall,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.