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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.