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 Morocco and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
CMW,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.