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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.