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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Outsiders to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
The Index,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.