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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Colin Newman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.