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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.