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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.