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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.