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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the funk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
X-101,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.