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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.