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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
Faust,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.