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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.