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 Suriname and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.