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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Television,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.