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 Nauru and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.