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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.