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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Aaron Thompson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.