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 Russia and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.