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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Magma,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Scion,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marmalade,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.