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 Chad and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Audionom,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Brick,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.