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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Ohio Players,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.