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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Newcleus,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Swans,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.