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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.