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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Judy Mowatt,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.