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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Max Romeo to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.