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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Audionom to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.