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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.