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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.