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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Japan,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.