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 Togo and from Paris.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.