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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.