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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
The Vogues,
X-102,
ABC,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.