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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Smiths to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.