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 Spain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Mark Hollis,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.