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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.