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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell,
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.