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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.