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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
The Human League,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.