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 Gabon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.