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 Russia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.