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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.