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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
cv313,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.