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 Thailand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.