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 Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.