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 India and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.