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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.