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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.