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 Lebanon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Rapeman,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.