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 Slovenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Wire,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
UT,
John Holt,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.