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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.