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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magazine to the rock 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Moebius,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
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.