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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 linndrum 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.