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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.