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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.