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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.