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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 The Offenders 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.