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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.