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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.