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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Martian 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-101,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.