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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.