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 Nauru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
X-102,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.