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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Pere Ubu to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.