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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.