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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.