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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
a-ha,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
Talk Talk,
Stiv Bators,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.