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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
UT,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.