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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
X-101,
Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.