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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the grime 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.