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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.