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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Radiohead,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Chrome,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
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.