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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
DNA,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.