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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.