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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.