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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.