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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.