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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kas Product to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.