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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.