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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
One Last Wish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.