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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Brick,
cv313,
June Days,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.