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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.