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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.