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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.