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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.