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 Montenegro and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Mummies to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ten City,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
Altered Images,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.