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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.