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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.