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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.