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 Pakistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
The Monochrome Set,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Q65,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
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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.