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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Smog,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.