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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Radiohead to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.