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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
PIL,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.