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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Chrome,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.