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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.