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 Ghana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
the Normal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.