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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Ludus to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.