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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.