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 San Marino and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Can,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.