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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
The Human League,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.