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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Inner City to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.