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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Jandek,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.