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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.