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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.