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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.