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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.