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 Sweden and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.