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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonics to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.