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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 World's Most 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Franke,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.