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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Technova,
Flipper,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.