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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.