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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.