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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.