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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Index,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
The Busters,
New Order,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Nas,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.