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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.