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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.