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 Czech Republic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.