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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.