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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.