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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.