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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.