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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
MDC,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.