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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Scion,
The Motions,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
AZ,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.