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 Finland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.