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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
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The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonic Youth,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.