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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.