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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Motorama,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.