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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Hoover,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.