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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.