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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Flash Fearless to the electroclash 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Fear,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Shoche,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Scion,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.