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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monks 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Nirvana,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Nico,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alison Limerick,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shoche,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.