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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Duran Duran,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.