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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Inner City,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.