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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
AZ,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Ludus,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.