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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.