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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.