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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.