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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.