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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.