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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
The Kinks,
AZ,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.