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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.