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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Slave,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.