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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Slackers,
ABC,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.