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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Section 25 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.