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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Goldenarms 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
June Days,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Oneida,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.