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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.