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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Urselle,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Oneida,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.