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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Roxy Music,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.