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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Swell Maps,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.