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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
the Normal,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.