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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fall,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.