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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Howard Jones to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Minutemen,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.