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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the jazz 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Rites of Spring,
Khruangbin,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.