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 Croatia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo 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 techno 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Visage,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.