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 Portugal 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Index,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.