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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.