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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Fear,
Section 25,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
The Doors,
The Move,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.