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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.