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 Gabon and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the techno 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
Pole,
Cameo,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Nico,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.