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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June Days,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.