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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Wire,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.