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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
DNA,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.