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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.