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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Brick,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.