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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.