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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.