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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.