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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.