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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.