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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Pole to the crunk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Cluster,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.