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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Wake,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.