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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.