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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.