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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the disco 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
10cc,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.