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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.