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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
cv313,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
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.