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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.