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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.