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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
ABBA,
Pylon,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.