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 Barbados and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.