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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.