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 South Africa and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Delta 5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.