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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.