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 China and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.