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 Jordan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Swans,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.