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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the punk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.