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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Gong,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Swans,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.