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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.