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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
The Monks,
Brick,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.