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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Scion,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.