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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.