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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.