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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.