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 Spain and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.