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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.