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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
T. Rex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.