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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.