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 Papua New Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.