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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Move,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.