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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
JFA,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Slave,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.