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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.