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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.