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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.