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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.