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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.