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 Brazil and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Pole,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.