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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.