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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.