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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the crunk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.