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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Skaos,
The Move,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.