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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.