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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Scion,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.