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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gong,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.