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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Arcadia,
Erasure,
The Index,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.