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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.