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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Mr. Review to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Surgeon,
The Index,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.