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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Von Mondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.