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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.