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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.