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 Vietnam and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
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.