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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Nico,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.