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 Switzerland and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Pole,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.