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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.