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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Crime,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.