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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.