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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Symarip,
The Index,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Masters at Work,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.