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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Liliput,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.