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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
EPMD,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.