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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.