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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.