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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
New Order,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
UT,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.