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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
ABC,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.