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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Ten City,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.