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 Argentina 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.