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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.