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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Skriet,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.