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 Suriname and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Can,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.