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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.