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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Lakeside to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.