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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Index,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Technova,
The Knickerbockers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Suicide,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.