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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.