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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.