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 Bahamas 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
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.