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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Pierre Henry to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.