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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.