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 India and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Nico,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Magma,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.