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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the techno 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lyres,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.