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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.