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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
The Move,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.