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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.