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 Peru and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Index,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Organ,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.