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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Qualms,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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