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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.