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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-102 to the dance 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Nico,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.