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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.