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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
UT,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.