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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
the Human League,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.