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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.