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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Mars,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.