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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.