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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Hardrive,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
The Move,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.