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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.