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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
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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.