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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.