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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Ludus,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.