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 Netherlands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.