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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.