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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Procol Harum,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.