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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Deakin,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Mars,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Mark Hollis,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.