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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.