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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.