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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.