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 Canada 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
The Move,
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Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.