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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.