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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.