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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Mandrill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
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.