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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.