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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.