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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle 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?
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.