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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Gong,
Easy Going,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.