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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.