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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
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