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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Nas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.