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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.