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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.