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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.