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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mars,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.