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 Oman and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.