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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Nas,
Faust,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.