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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.