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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Fire Engines to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.