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 Zimbabwe and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.