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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.