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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 The Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
Can,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.