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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.