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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.