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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
This Heat,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.