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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maurizio,
Technova,
Pole,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.