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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
The Saints,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.