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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lower 48 to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Little Man,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.