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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
UT,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.