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 Kenya and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.