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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 L. Decosne to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maleditus Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.