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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the grunge 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Grauzone,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.