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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Mars,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.