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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.