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 Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
the Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Franke,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.