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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.