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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova 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?
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.