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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Can,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.