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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.