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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Residents to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.