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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.