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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.