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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.