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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.