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 Micronesia and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.