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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kayak to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Wings,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.