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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.