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 Togo and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.