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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mantronix to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Main Source,
The Gories,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.