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 Iran and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.