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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.