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 Poland and from Glasgow.
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 Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.